Bad Manners and Brimstone

Oh where to start?

Little Kitty is quite adept at hunting, despite a noisy bell on her collar. I think she moves at supersonic speeds...

There was a little bird recently that fell prey to her. She batted it about the patio for a while and we thought, 'well, it's dead, and she's well fed, so let her play with it, praise her and then we'll dispose of the poor bird'... ten minutes later we look out to see she's disappeared and all that's left is an unidentifiable portion of bird. I seriously could not tell what part it was. DH was tasked with dispatching the remains.

Her other party trick is blue bottles/flies. She catches them and traps them under her paw, letting them out after a few seconds and catching them again and again. Sometimes she carries them in her mouth and puts them on the floor to play with them this way. Then you hear "crunch, crunch, crunch" when she tires of playing and a happy purring as she licks her lips and wanders off.

Our old cat, Jess, RIP, once punished us for leaving her alone for a long weekend. She had food, water and a safe place to sleep. But it was longer than normal so she decided to punish us for the same number of days she was alone... Every morning we came down to small amounts of cat pee at two foot intervals around the skirting boards of the kitchen.

Non-cat related, we were on holidays for a week, height of summer, and I forgot to empty the kitchen garbage bin... came home to what looked like tiny pieces of rice all over the kitchen... I still shudder and gag thinking about it and having the clean up all those maggots and baby flies.

I don't have a problem with getting blood taken, I've great veins and tolerance for pain. But my DH almost faints at the sight of blood and cannot bear even the mention of a needle. I was relaying this to a nurse one time while she was getting a blood sample and just as she was taking out the needle this huge spurt of blood comes out, just missing her. Relished telling DH that just to see his reaction - EvilIrishKitty.

I uhm... I just sneezed all over myself. This... this is gross.

^ Yikes! Glad you're okay!

Reminds me of a story my old boss told us when he came back from vacation.

He and his wife were looking for farmland for when they retired (they already had a farm with plenty of animals but wanted a larger place in a different location.)

They found a place and spent quite a few hours scouting the out buildings, taking measurements, blah blah blah. Even though it was a bit run down (uninhabited for a while) and overgrown (weeds 3 ft high) they thought the price was right in a great location and it would be a good fixer upper.

During the drive back to their hotel they both started itching. "It was bad" he said "like something was biting us." When they got to their room they stripped down and looked at each other with mouths agape. They were covered in ticks under their clothing.

They jumped in the shower and scrubbed off what they could and spent the rest of the evening (instead of going out to a nice romantic dinner) picking ticks off each other.

Boss said "I inspected and pulled ticks out from parts of my wife's body that I've never even seen before!"

Yeah, they figured the property was tick infested so, no, they didn't put a bid on it.

Before I tell my story, I am fine, there were no weird bulls eye ring indicating Lyme disease.
 

While I'm sure you're fine, the rash only occurs in 80% of cases.

I have just stumbled upon a new reality show " Dr. Pimple Popper" on TCL.

Seriously, I'm not making it up.

Of course I immediately thought of this thread!

I'm pretty sure that her videos were mentioned on the previous site - but the videos were on Youtube, not TCL.

I attended a sold out theatre production this afternoon.  Just before curtain, a woman came and took one of the last open seats, which was to my right.  She said, "Hello," and I turned towards her and ...

... got a huge whiff of what smelled like cigarette smoke and urine.

Nowhere to move to.

Every time something happened on stage left (to my right) I had to take a deep breath before turning my head in her direction.

 

I never thought I would have anything to add to this thread, because I guess I am fairly successful at avoiding gross! But I got a Facebook message from a friend who had to go help repair a horse that gouged itself in the chest somehow, and she sent a picture of it! She's a ranch gal and it's everyday stuff for her, but us city gals on the group chat were all "ew!!!" (I do live in the country, but in the civilized part... LOL!)

...snip

* We occasionally invited a solo player to join our quiz team (many moons ago); he also wore ironed-but-not-washed shirts.   Used to make me so sad - having standards [ironing], but being so poor that he couldn't afford to eat sometimes [hence the not spending money at the laundrette].  At least we could order a few bowls of chips and let him "share" without offending him.  [As in "lion's share".]

But... one can always wash things in the sink! Women would, I don't know why men won't.